I realize this is a selfish thing I consider,
but I consider it because I'm too weak
to be anything other than selfish.
To those who have been my friends and
tried to help, it's not that you weren't good enough-
I wasn't strong enough to outlive pathetic angst, and
I'm just not welcome in my own life.
Too many things are wrong,
too many people gone.
I'm in this up to my heart and I'm
bleeding without you.
Too many cares are on my shoulders.
I maintain that I know who I am,
but I'm too confused and lost to continue.
Reality for me is another empty and
meaningless day with little to anticipate.